It comforted him because it could not be called suffering if it was a sign of Art.

Hermann Bahr
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The phrase "it comforted him because it could not be called suffering if it was a sign of Art," is a quote from the poem The Wasteland by T. S. Eliot. The poem itself is about a man who is so lost and so miserable in his life that he wants to kill himself, but he cannot bring himself to do so.

His own misery and unhappiness decide that all that he has done in life was not worth it and that his life has been wasted. He repeats this thought to himself over and over again until finally, he decides that his life will be better once he kills himself.

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